Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Words
Words are redundant When I converse with you Words are not needed When I speak to you Words seem inadequate When I communicate with you
I know you hear me As my silences speak When I am silent I say the most I talk to you in my mind You hear me in your head
3 comments:
Beautiful!!!!
Take care!
Margie
It IS beautiful, GT...but are you comfortable with telling us who you're referring to?
Margie: Thanks.
within without: No one, I repeat no one, calls me GT!
A very miffed Gautami!
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